Monday 2 December 2013

Figaro At Home. Fashion & Gossip. 1884.

Queensland Figaro Brisbane, Qld.
Saturday 2 February 1884







































Figaro At Home.
I am happy to be able to inform the patrons of Figaro that I have engaged a talented and well-known lady, who moves in good society here, to edit a Social Column. This column will contain all the small-talk of society, discuss the babble so dear to the Fair Sex, chronicle all social events worthy of being noticed, note all the local changes in fashion—in fact, furnish an interesting record of the conversational pabulum to be heard at that modern ladies' institution, the 4 o'clock tea. Contributions for this column will be treated with the greatest secrecy. They should be addressed to the "Social Editress"
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Merry prattling, tittle tattling,
In the social walk,
Small arms rattling—no big Gatling—.
Fashion's loved small-talk.
Note a mash on, note her sash on,
Note him put on side,
Love and passion, waltz in fashion
"Hop" or "limp" or "glide."
Who has carried off and married
Some gilt-edged gay dude,
Who has harried hearts and parried
By skedaddling rude.
Balls and parties, cakes and tarties,
Jilting’s and divorces
Fitz-Mc Cartys, Moriartys
All that here, of course, is.

Gussy Spooner, Mary Mooner,
Fop and wit and noodle,
Notes the tuner late or sooner—
Notes the whole caboodle.
































Small tea picnic at Sandgate last week. Given by a jovial M.L.A. Select, and very enjoyable.
Many of the young ladies are adopting the mode of combing the hair from the back of the neck and coiling it round the crown of the head. This style is very becoming to those whose necks are white and slender.
Mr. and Mrs. De Poix Tyrell arrived in Brisbane from the old country via America, New Zealand, Tasmania, Melbourne, and Sydney on Monday last. Their many friends will rejoice to learn that Mrs. Tyrell, who, previous to leaving Brisbane, suffered from a long and serious illness, is now in excellent health and spirits, while "Johnnie comes marching home again to all appearance much better for the change.

Dance at South Brisbane on Thursday night to celebrate a christening. More about this interesting little ceremony by-and-bye.

"The slab-sided, flat-chested Graces" is the uncommon name bestowed on three sisters whose figures; are not remarkable for beauty. _ And who do you suppose commanded this flattering cognomen? The mashers? Oh, no! The ladies!

A Brisbane belle is about to leave us. "There is really no select society here."

A very pretty costume worn by a young" lady in Queen Street this week was of grey nun's veiling trimmed with tartan, surah, and grey lace. Another equally deserving of admiration was white lawn with large soft bows of old gold coloured silk; silk bonnet, gloves, and parasol en suite.

A fair trio, sisters, who live near the N.S.W. border, and are nieces of a prominent Government official here, are to be married in April or May to gentlemen, all of whom reside at Tenterfield, one being the Mayor of that town.

                             Image from: - The Farmer and Settler. NSW. 15 November. 1907.

Thompson's patent coiled spring elastic section is the very latest invention in corsets. It is imported by Edwards & Chapman, and is well worth, at least, inspecting. The excellence of the new style is at once apparent. 
In the best make of ordinary corsets is inserted an elastic section, by means of which art so blends with nature that a perfect fit is effected, together with a graceful and symmetrical figure. By this patent, comfort instead of being sacrificed, is in the highest degree promoted; the body is braced and supported so equally all over, that there is no constraint or strain on any part. Freedom is secured to all the organs by means of a beautifully concealed mechanism, which will vibrate with their action, and, as it will expand or contract, it  adapts itself to every motion of the body that ease is experienced in every movement and any posture, producing a sense of lightness and relief which no corset has yet imparted.


Last Sunday morning, in Trinity Church of England, Valley, a lady, while listening to the Rev. H. G 'eloquent discourse, went fast to sleep, her head gradually inclined backwards, when, lo! Her bonnet fell off into the pew behind. Imagine her astonishment when she awoke and found her bonnet gone. 

Image from:- Australian Town and Country Journal NSW 5 October 1889

Moral—If you want to sleep, don't go to church to do it.

I am always pleased to hear of presentations—especially to Ministers. And it is, therefore, with feelings of devout thanksgiving and admiration that I read of the testimonials his admirers have seen fit to hand over to the Rev. G. 0. Cocks, late Wesleyan minister in the Gympie district and who has left that locality for Sydney. 
Whether he took his treasures with him or not, is not on record. 
Such treasures! He has gone to attend two conferences down South—one, the Wesleyan Conference, the other something that will “altar" him from a "Bach, to a ben.
"It was in view of the latter event, I presume that the presents took the form they did. The Surface Hill Sand of Hope gave him a festive pickle-bottle! There is evidently some ill under this Surface 'ill Band, which is not exactly according to Cock(s)er.
What memories will enshrine themselves around each action, when the Rev. Cocks makes a wild stab at the slippery ingan in that memento from the Band of Hope! It will be a pickled memory, so to speak! Other presents were a cruet-stand and a biscuit-case.

Not long ago a Bowen Hills belle who was exceedingly timid on water married a gentleman passionately fond of yachting. A confiding trust in the one she loved, however, seems to have dispelled her fears as it is reported she started up in her sleep a few nights ago, pulled the sheet over: the head-board, and called out, " It’s all right now, Charles. Hoist the sail, luff her head to the wind and let her rip. Who's afraid? "From a scientific point of view this clearly proves that a too sensitive nervous temperament can be effectually cured by establishing implicit confidence. We owe a deal to science—and the baker.


It is not the richness of the material that makes style and elegance, but good fit and suitable colours. 

If you are stout, reduce your size by long lines; if tall and thin, puffs and plaids will suit you. Short waists, also, are more suitable to short persons, than long waists, for the longer the skirt, the taller the person looks.

The following law remained in force on the English statute books until 1770 when, unluckily for the male sex, it was repealed:—

"Whoever shall entice into matrimony any male subject of the realm by means of rouge, white paint, Spanish cotton, steel corsets, crinoline, high-heeled shoes, or false hips, shall be prosecuted for witchcraft, and such marriage declared null and void."

If that law was enforced to-day our Divorce Court judges would have a very lively time of it.

                        Image From: Woroni. Canberra, ACT: 5 August 1980

Among the countless changes of fashion black retains its popularity for old, middle-aged, and young. There never was a time when the demand for black silk exceeded that of to-day, nor money so freely lavished upon the rich satins, rhadimirs, and grosgrains, not to mention the newer Ottomans, than now.

I was prepared, if necessary, as I intimated to my readers last week, to publish full particulars of a scandal concerning a Church of England clergyman of Brisbane, and a fair girl from another colony. As events have fallen out, I find it is not necessary to allude further to the matter. Sufficient action has been taken, the same having been precipitated by my par. of last week.

It's awfully mean to tell tales out of school of course, but Figaro was a bit gone on this particular girl himself, and, therefore, who cares for the consequences. [Nota Bene—especially Bene.—Mrs. Fig. is away for the Xmas. holidays.—Ed. F.) There was a fancy dress ball held at something less than a million of miles from (say) Brisbane, 


and he, the commercial traveller arrived just in time for the gay shivoo.
As he was a few days before his time, the wife had gone to see her mamma, so he bundled off unprotected. 

Oh! the anguish of that thought. Cuddle me once again, Eliza.—Ed. F.J On his way home he thought, it advisable to put his arm round the waist of a Kangaroo Point belle, just to keep the mosquitos and stray kanakas from assaulting her, and things ran smoothly along until he was completely upended by his fair enslaver unlocking his own gate and observing," Tat ta, lovey; you'll be sure to call round to the post next Sunday.



And don't forget to wear a red camellia for fear I shouldn't recognise you." “But, yes
—quite so," cried the do-'em-at-15-per-cent.-less-than any-other-house-in-the-trade gentleman, " but look here, Miss; you surely do not live here, do you ? " "Indeed I do," replied the seraph, "I came here last Tuesday week as cook, an' th' Misssus is the most cantankerous devil that ever breathes."He had been there himself and knew it.

So he stepped round the corner till the new girl went to bed, and then sat for four lonely hours on his virtuous couch wondering how he'd look when his vinegar-bottle spouse observed,
”Jane, will you kindly help the master to the mustard."

There have been few local topics of interest to report during this week. Small-talk at the 4 o'clock teas has been almost exclusively confined to the discussion of the clerical scandal I hinted at last week. 

I have referred to this elsewhere, but as this par. is written at a later period of time, I may here add that some friends of the amorous Shepherd have stuck to him stoutly.  A subscription has been raised on his behalf, and he will shortly leave Queensland.

Image from: pg 6, Queensland Figaro. Brisbane, Qld. 15 Dec 1904.


Sunday 1 December 2013

A Christmas Poet: from the Molong Express. 1903.

































Image Sunday Times Sydney 1924.

The Clarence River Advocate NSW
2 Jan 1903

A Christmas Poet.

The Molong Express says:—

Our old friend Mr. W. Kelly, of Richmond (Hawkesbury River),
hasn't been an alderman 27 years and Mayor six or seven consecutive times for nothing. 
Not by long chalks. 
He is now a tight up to-date Xmas poet.
We don t as a rule speculate largely in poetic stock, especially from bucolic sources, but as our alderman friend has solemnly promised never to do it again, we have decided to rescue the following lines from oblivion :-

—So here's to Sir John with his promises long,
And here's to our ladies whose hearts beat so strong,
Drink down all your sorrows and if you can't pay.
Our friend of the Royal will meet you half way.
And although little Molong may be somewhat
Poor
It can still boast of honesty to every man's door.
Hence EXPRESS it hopes and humbly does
pray.
That no one goes hungry on this Christmas Day.
We all know that Christmas comes but once a year
With heaps of good cakes and plenty of beer.
So now the drought's ended let's give one great cheer,
And wish all our friends a prosp'rous New Year.


"Elwy and Edgar". Original Poetry.1892

                              Image from:-The Land Sydney, NSW. Friday 26 January 1940


The Queenslander Brisbane, Qld
31st December 1892

LITERARY

Original Poetry.

[WRITTEN FOR THE QUEENSLANDER.]

Elwy and Edgar.

A ROUNDELAY OF THE OLDEN TIME.

[Place: "The Holy Height"-a small hill in East Wales, supposed to be haunted, and where an old fortune teller lived, regarded by many as a Witch.)Time" New Year's Eve.

ELWY:-

Ancient Witch on the Holy Height.                                                   
Sitting so still by the haunted yew!
I would ask this solemn night,
Is my Edgar false or true?
Oh I the vows he hath sworn,
Both late and at morn,
All under the hawthorn shade!

Black as the raven's he called my hair.
Red my lips as the rose in June,
Blue my eyes as the rainbow rare,
Arching the by in a showery noon—
Oh the vows he hath sworn
Both late and at morn,
All under the hawthorn shade!

“True," he said, "is my faithful heart,
As God's own truth in the upper sky;
With thee, dear, I can never part
Love me, love, or I shall die "
Oh! the vows he hath sworn,
Both late and at morn,
All under the hawthorn shade!

Kind old Witch on the Holy Height,
Sitting so still by the haunted yew
I would ask this solemn night,
Is my Edgar false or true?
Oh the vows he hath sworn,
Both late and at morn,
All under the hawthorn shade

WITCH:-

Maiden, pride of thy father's hall
Edgar, I fear, is false to thee;
Yester eve, when the darksome pall
Of the night's shadows fell o'er the lea,
I heard vows sworn—
To my ears they were borne
From under the hawthorn shade.

Close by his side a maiden sat,
Sat, and murmured words so sweet
Oh! 'twas a softer voice than that,
Now beseeching me at my feet!
The deep vows sworn,
She did not scorn,
All under the hawthorn shade!

ELWY:-

Cruel Witch my life is o'er!
And poor Elwy will be seen
At the Holy Feast no more,
Nor upon the verdant green;
Some night or morn,
I'll die forlorn,
All under the hawthorn shade!

WITCH:-

(Throwing off her disguise and revealing Edgar.)
Darling! Let me clasp thee tight!
Elwy is to Edgar true
I took the place of the Witch to-night;
She is crooning behind the yew.
To thee the vows sworn,
Both late and at morn,
All under the hawthorn shade!

Darling! Thou shalt be my wife!
Edgar is to Elwy true;
Tested both, let us pass through life.
Pledged once more by the haunted yew!

BOTH:-

God bless the vows sworn,
At eve and at morn,
All under the hawthorn shade!

Brisbane A.C.S.



Wednesday 27 November 2013

What ever happened to this incorrigible Girl, Ethel Boyakin. 1910 FRESNO.

And why would I care? Possibly because she was incorrigible and I like that.

Los Angeles Herald, Volume 37, Number 210,
29 April 1910
FRESNO. April 28. 
Ethel Boyakin, aged 16, detained In the county jail for alleged Incorrigibility, today sang herself to freedom. 
Her voice, Issuing from the bars of the jail In plaintive melody, be appealed to Assistant District Attorney Mc Cormicks that he made a plea before Judge Austin of the juvenile court to release her on parole.
Mr. McCormick stated In court that he believed the girl would win fame as a prima donna If her voice were trained.
The court complied with the request of the assistant district attorney.



The World's News Sydney, NSW: 1901  
Saturday 3 September 1910

GIRL WHO SANG HERSELF OUT OF GAOL.

A bird-like voice trilled through the bars of the county gaol at Fresno, California, U.S.A. 

Deputy District-Attorney Mc Cormick, trying a case in the adjacent court-house, heard the singing and wondered who could be the canary that was filling that grim cage with music. 

When the Court adjourned he went over to the gaol and made inquiries.
To his astonishment he learnt that the sweet singer was a girl whose imprisonment he had been urging, on the ground that she was incorrigible. 

It appears that Ethel Bayakin. 16-year old girl of Fresno, was attacked with wander-lust.
Accompanied by a girl friend of Del Ray, a near-by town, she started for San Francisco, only to land in the county gaol on the charge of incorrigibility.

She did not put up much of a defence. 
She said, she wanted to see the world.
She want's to do big things, 
she hardly knew what, 
but something bigger than she thought 
she could do in Fresno.

The stern arm of the law led her into the detention quarters of the county gaol until the mind of the law should decide just how her offence be defined and punished.
And it was Mr. M' Cormick who had prosecuted her.
This official had the girl brought before him.

What passed between the attorney and the prisoner probably will never be known, but perhaps the man of the law understood something of the nature which can sing even behind prison bars, the nature that craves for freedom, but that even restraint cannot prevent from voicing the music that is in it.

At any rate, he must have made it quite clear to the girl that so lovely a voice needs training, that work, not wander-lust, is the road to a musical career.

For she agreed that if she was given an opportunity to study, she would remain under her parents roof.

The next morning the Public Prosecutor appeared before Judge Austin, of the Juvenile Court, and stated the prisoner's case so strongly that the judge agreed to release the girl on parole.

But this was not enough. The opportunity to study, to vent in musical work the energy that had led to her escapade, must be added.

A local teacher of vocal music read about the case, and wrote to Deputy District-Attorney M' Cormick that she would like to test Miss Boyakin's voice. Again the music loving prosecutor turned from his court duties to answer the call of music.

He sent for the girl and accompanied her personally to the studio where the teacher awaited her unusual caller. Her voice stood the test, and showed remarkable range and quality. 

Arrangements were immediately made for Miss Boyakin to begin her studies, the lessons being furnished free by the enthusiastic teacher, who now hopes to send forth from Fresno a real prima donna who will someday grace the opera stage at home and abroad.

Thus did the girl sing herself out of gaol, she had no thought as she sang that her sweet voice was the open sesame to the locks of her prison.
Probably every man and woman who was ever sent to prison has thought over means to regain freedom.  

Many are the ingenious devices that have been brooded over in the silence of cells- from cutting through the walls to gulling their chaplain, from murdering the gaolers appealing to the governor for pardon- 'but few have resulted in success.

It is not the deep laid schemes of prisoners, but rather the fortuitous circumstances, the unforseen or uncalculated actions on their part or on the part of their friends, that open the doors of gaols.
***


"What happened to Ethel? did she get married have 10 kids? did she change her name? Have I missed something, there is not a lot about her on line.

So:-

This is my Ditty for the  incorrigible girls of the world, but specially this one, and I also being in the ranks of the incorrigible's, should pay homage to my forbears in incorrigibility. 

That incorrigible Girl from Fresno
Quite unsure where to go
Thought it was San Francisco
She set out to put on a big show.

She raised too many eye brows 
Created too many frown's
So off to Coventry she goes
To keep he out of the town's

With a key they locked her in
A voice in bondage,will always sing
And through the bars Freedom did bring.
That incorrigible Girl From Fresno!

I must confess I too was incarcerated at 13 turning 14 for being incorrigible, but I could neither sing or whistle, so I along with the Queens step daughter (that's what she told me) scaled the walls to freedom! 

Naturally caught the next day as Australia started out as a penal colony  and "they" know how to track you down, and I only 13-14 and unskilled in Goal breaking.

But I think my tenacity and unwillingness to be locked up impressed some one, as I was soon released, fortunately for me that was my first and last time in Coventry.

Like the players in "The moon is a harsh mistress" we must have always had a Dinkum Thinkum, here in Australia, and (some of us) are hereditary convicts who need some sort of conviction to be part of the ancestral rights, be it a driving offence eg. a ticket or being drunk on your horse, as long as you get charged fined arrested locked up, you can be of that long proud tradition one must live up to. (so it seams)

I mean who would keep the Judges, lawyers and  gaolers in work? you know "it" (some kind of law breaking) is a job and some one has to do it, other wise these poor professionals would starve from lack of work and income, that's just a fact.

I did my part and not even a thank you for any of them! and I am sure they are the last ones who wish there was 'no more law breaking' in the world, as they would also wish themselves out of existence, for what would their purpose be if they are not litigating and legislating the laws?

The moon is a harsh mistress"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Moon_Is_a_Harsh_Mistress 
Some fine Opera

SUBMARINE MOTOR CAR. 1913 Image.





The World's News, Sydney, NSW,

Saturday, 18 October 1913


This has nothing to do with anything except for the fact, I need one.

WW1 Letters home Molong “Express”

                                                                Western Mail Perth 16 Aug 1918



Molong Express and Western District Advertiser NSW.
19 August 1916

SOLDIERS' STORIES.

Sgt-Signaller Don. White, once of the Cumnock Post Office, writing from France on June 14th Mr. Jack Patterson, of Dilga, says:—

I'm still in the land of the living—due to more good luck than good management, I think I got hit for the second time a few weeks back, but fortunately each wound was slight A "Jack Johnson" lobbed in my dug-out and killed my mate, but just blew me out into the sap with a cut on my head and back, plus a hell of a shaking up. 

I was properly scared for a few days, but managed to pull myself together without going into hospital. Am quite OK now.

This France is a wet and muddy joint to be soldiering in; the trenches are full of mud and slush. And if you put your head up you're sure to be sniped, and if you bob down you get drowned, Dinkum! 

The Australians are properly established in France now. It's much easier than Gallipoli; that is to say, we do not have to endure as many hardships. Here we get good rations and plenty of water. 

Every eight days or so we get a hot bath and a change of underclothing. No such thing as having a shave, wash, and clean' your teeth in half a pint of water, and then having to go minus a drink all day on account of such extravagance.

When we first came into the trenches here Fritz tried all he knew to bluff us; but it didn't work. He used to paste us with three to four hundred 5.9 shells almost daily. Now if he tries the" dirty dog" act we return it hot and strong. I think Fritz has decided that we won't be bluffed.

I haven't run up against Joe yet. Would very much like to have a yarn with him. The other boys are still in Egypt, on the Canal. 

I did over two months on the Arabian Desert, looking for Turks; but they were very scarce. 
I see the Russians are doing some fine work. I wish we were on the move like them. 

This trench warfare is about the most monotonous game going, especially during wet weather. 
Ploughing isn't in the same street with it.

I'm expecting a week's leave to England very soon now. All the old hands are getting it. What a time I will have. I suppose you are still keen on dancing, Jack. I could do a waltz myself just now.


It would be better than squatting, in this little dugout of mine. I suppose you heard about poor old Ernie Merriman being killed. We got a terribly heavy bombardment that night. Remember me to all the boys.
***


Pte. Ern. Taylor, writing to the “Express" from the Australian Base, England, on June 19, says:-

We have shifted camp from the, land of sorrow, sand and sweaty; socks. This is a big change from the heat of Egypt, as it is very cold, and rains nearly every day. I think we have seen the sun about half-a-dozen times in three weeks. 

It is a much better camp here on Salisbury Plains than at Teb-el-Kebir. We have settled down to very solid training again.

On the way to England we had a couple of very close shaves coming through the Mediterranean Sea, through submarines. 
We were chased twice, but were doing about 17 knots, so we left them behind.

We are close to the towns of Tidworth, Ludgershall, Andover and Salisbury; but they are dead of a night—no lights anywhere. I am going to London on Friday for week-end leave. We are only 70 miles away. 

There are some very large farms here—about 5 to 10 acres a squatter has about 200 sheep.

The Australians are right in the boom here; but are called the foreigners from Horsetralia.  

Wallie Leathem came over on the boat to England with us. He belongs to the Cycling Battalion.
***


Cpl. C. Neville writes from 'France under date June 21, to his brother, Mr. F. Neville, as follows:—

Neither Uncle Walter or Cecil has joined us up yet. I don't know how they will like soldiering over this side. 

We are going, day and night, I won't be sorry when it is all over, for we have 'had a very miserable time in the trenches this last week or so, it has rained nearly every day and night, and there have been bombardments nearly every night. 

When the big shells are coming over, you are ducking down behind the trench as low as you can expecting every minute that one is coming over on to you. 

There is a place a few miles back from the firing line where we can get a bath and a change of clothes. The French women do all the washing of the clothes, so it gives us a bit of a chance to keep clean. 

It is very good after being in the firing line for about a fortnight to get back and have a good bath. 
Bert Starr is alright, Gordon is not back yet, and Paddy Reilly is alright.
***





Pte, R. Starr, son of Mr. R. Starr, of Copper Hill, writing from Egypt, on July 5, to Mr F. Neville, says:-

He had a good trip from Australia; but upon arrival in Egypt the contingent were put into isolation, and he had thus seen very little of Egypt. 
Since being released from isolation the squadron had been on mounted patrol and guard duties. 

He was camped at a place where nothing but desert could be seen, and expected to be removed about 16 miles further inland within a few days. He had not received any letters from Australia; but  a letter from Bert Starr, from Flanders, had reached him. “Old Jock (C. Neville), he says, has a couple of stripes now. I expect he has earned them. "Pte. Starr adds that he narrowly missed meeting Gordon Starr; on the same night that he arrived in Egypt Gordon left for ——(censored).
***
The Land   Sydney, NSW 16 February 1917 


Signaller W. Leathem, in a letter written from England on June22, says:—

Still alive and kicking, and things much the same as when I last wrote. All the troops in camp here were inspected by the High Commissioner for Australia (Andy Fisher) last week, and he was pleased with the state of affairs at the camp. 

The C.O. of the Cycling Corps was congratulated on the general conduct, etc., of the men. The only fault with this camp is that we are too far out of civilisation. 

The closest town is four miles away. I'm on a pretty soft job here now—instructing some of the men in signalling. I'm getting lazy on it already, and will soon forget all the drill I have learned if I don't look out. 

I struck Charlie Finch, Jack Betts and Ern Taylor on the boat coming from Egypt. Jack and Charlie are in the Field Engineers. They are in this camp and I see them every day. I think they will be moving shortly. I haven't seen Taylor since we left the boat. 

It's rotten not getting any letters or papers; we get hardly any Australian news except what we see in the English papers, and that's very little. I haven't received a single letter or paper since leaving Australia almost three months ago. 

We are being looked after well in regard to food now. At present the menu is:—Breakfast: Bacon or rice, tea and bread and jam; dinner: stew or hot meat and vegetables, bread and jam and tea; tea: bread and jam, butter, tea and cheese or potted ham. We are getting good food, and plenty of it.